364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold